Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.